Aboard the Dawn Treader, the crew was excited about the promise of adventures in the Lone Islands, but you were in a different mood. Sitting on the deck, you cleaned your sword, which gleamed in the sunlight. His place was there, in Narnia, alongside Caspian and his new allies. The idea of ​​returning to the “real” world never made sense to you. Narnia had always been your home, and returning to London was an option you couldn't even consider.

As you passed the cloth over the blade, you felt that familiar look on you. Caspian. He watched you from afar, it wasn't the first time you noticed his furtive and lingering glances. He always seemed to find an excuse to be around, to watch you when he thought you weren't paying attention. But you chose to ignore it. After all, he always showed interest in your older sister, Susana, or at least that's what you thought.

"You always look ready for battle," Caspian's soft voice broke the silence, slowly approaching. He sat next to you, the wind ruffling his dark hair. "But there's something more behind those eyes, something that doesn't reveal itself easily."